She said in a very lofty, imposing way, ‘Do you mind following me into the drawing-room, Constantia? I’ve something of great importance to discuss with you.’

For it was always to the drawing-room they retired when they wanted to talk over Kate.

Josephine closed the door meaningly. ‘Sit down, Constantia,’ she said, still very grand. She might have been receiving Constantia for the first time. And Con looked round vaguely for a chair, as though she felt indeed quite a stranger.

‘Now the question is,’ said Josephine, bending forward, ‘whether we shall keep her or not.’

‘That is the question,’ agreed Constantia.

‘And this time,’ said Josephine firmly, ‘we must come to a definite decision.’

Constantia looked for a moment as though she might begin going over all the other times, but she pulled herself together and said, ‘Yes, Jug.’

‘You see, Con,’ explained Josephine, ‘everything is so changed now.’ Constantia looked up quickly. ‘I mean,’ went on Josephine, ‘we’re not dependent on Kate as we were.’ And she blushed faintly. ‘There’s not father to cook for.’

‘That is perfectly true,’ agreed Constantia. ‘Father certainly doesn’t want any cooking now whatever else –’

Josephine broke in sharply, ‘You’re not sleepy, are you, Con?’

‘Sleepy, Jug?’ Constantia was wide-eyed.

‘Well, concentrate more,’ said Josephine sharply, and she returned to the subject. ‘What it comes to is, if we did’ – and this she barely breathed, glancing at the door – ‘give Kate notice’ – she raised her voice again – ‘we could manage our own food.’

‘Why not?’ cried Constantia. She couldn’t help smiling. The idea was so exciting. She clasped her hands. ‘What should we live on, Jug?’

‘Oh, eggs in various forms!’ said Jug, lofty again. ‘And, besides, there are all the cooked foods.’

‘But I’ve always heard,’ said Constantia, ‘they are considered so very expensive.’

‘Not if one buys them in moderation,’ said Josephine. But she tore herself away from this fascinating bypath and dragged Constantia after her.

‘What we’ve got to decide now, however, is whether we really do trust Kate or not.’

Constantia leaned back. Her flat little laugh flew from her lips.

‘Isn’t it curious, Jug,’ said she, ‘that just on this one subject I’ve never been able to quite make up my mind?’

XI

She never had. The whole difficulty was to prove anything. How did one prove things, how could one? Suppose Kate had stood in front of her and deliberately made a face. Mightn’t she very well have been in pain? Wasn’t it impossible, at any rate, to ask Kate if she was making a face at her? If Kate answered ‘No’ – and, of course, she would say ‘No’ – what a position! How undignified! Then, again, Constantia suspected, she was almost certain that Kate went to her chest of drawers when she and Josephine were out, not to take things but to spy. Many times she had come back to find her amethyst cross in the most unlikely places, under her lace ties or on top of her evening Bertha. More than once she had laid a trap for Kate. She had arranged things in a special order and then called Josephine to witness.

‘You see, Jug?’

‘Quite, Con.’

‘Now we shall be able to tell.’

But, oh dear, when she did go to look, she was as far off from a proof as ever! If anything was displaced, it might so very well have happened as she closed the drawer; a jolt might have done it so easily.

‘You come, Jug, and decide. I really can’t. It’s too difficult.’

But after a pause and a long glare Josephine would sigh, ‘Now you’ve put the doubt into my mind, Con, I’m sure I can’t tell myself.’

‘Well, we can’t postpone it again,’ said Josephine. ‘If we postpone it this time – ’

XII

But at that moment in the street below a barrel-organ struck up. Josephine and Constantia sprang to their feet together.

‘Run, Con,’ said Josephine. ‘Run quickly. There’s sixpence on the – ’

Then they remembered. It didn’t matter. They would never have to stop the organ-grinder again. Never again would she and Constantia be told to make that monkey take his noise somewhere else.